When I take the train home, I feel that there are thousands of trees like forests and earth, and thousands of mountains rise and fall and catch the clouds; The drizzle knocked on the window, and it was time for the boy to return home.

"The Most Beautiful Poem" takes the train home and feels like it's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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